Authors: Helen Steiner Rice
Tags: #Poetry, #Subjects & Themes, #Inspirational & Religious
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion,
But if you look inside Dad’s heart,
where no one else can see,
You’ll find he’s sentimental
and as “soft” as he can be …
But he’s so busy every day
in the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
to his partner and his wife …
But fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and to bring them happiness …
And like our heavenly Father,
he’s a guardian and a guide
Someone that we can count on
to be always on our side.
I meet God in the morning and
go with Him through the day,
Then in the stillness of the night
before sleep comes I pray
That God will just take over all
the problems I couldn’t solve,
And in the peacefulness of
sleep my cares will all dissolve.
So when I open up my
eyes to greet another day,
I’ll find myself renewed in strength
and there will open up a way
To meet what seemed impossible
for me to solve alone,
And once again I’ll be assured
I am never on my own.
For if we try to stand alone we
are weak and we will fall,
For God is always greatest when
we’re helpless, lost, and small,
And no day is unmeetable if
on rising our first thought
Is to thank God for the blessings
that His loving care has brought …
For there can be no failures,
or hopeless unsaved sinners
If we enlist the help of God
who makes all losers winners …
So meet Him in the morning and
go with Him through the day
And thank Him for His guidance
each evening when you pray,
And if you follow faithfully
this daily way to pray
You will never in your lifetime
face another “hopeless day.”
My garden beautifies my yard and
adds fragrance to the air,
But it is also my cathedral and
my quiet place of prayer.
So little do we realize that
the glory and the power
Of Him who made the universe
lies hidden in a flower!
Thank You, God, for little things
that often come our way—
The things we take for granted
but don’t mention when we pray—
The unexpected courtesy,
the thoughtful, kindly deed—
A hand reached out to help us
in the time of sudden need—
Oh make us more aware,
dear God, of little daily graces
That come to us with “sweet surprise”
from never-dreamed-of places.
We cannot all be famous or
be listed in “Who’s Who,”
But every person, great or small,
has important work to do …
For seldom do we realize the
importance of small deeds
Or to what degree of greatness
unnoticed kindness leads …
For it’s not the big celebrity in
a world of fame and praise,
But it’s doing unpretentiously
in undistinguished ways
The work that God assigned to us,
unimportant as it seems,
That makes our task outstanding
and brings reality to dreams …
So do not sit and idly wish for
wider, new dimensions
Where you can put in practice
your many good intentions,
But at the spot God placed you,
begin at once to do
Little things to brighten up the
lives surrounding you …
For if everybody brightened up the
spot on which they’re standing
By being more considerate and a
little less demanding,
This dark old world would very
soon eclipse the evening star
If everybody brightened up the
corner where they are.
Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain,
Laughter and teardrops, pleasure and pain—
Low tides and high tides, mountains and plains,
Triumphs, defeats, and losses and gains—
But always in all ways God’s guiding and leading
And He alone knows the things we’re most needing—
And when He sends sorrow or some dreaded affliction
Be assured that it comes with God’s kind benediction—
And if we accept it as a gift of His love,
We’ll be showered with blessings from our Father above.
The farmer plows through the fields of green,
And the blade of the plow is sharp and keen,
But the seed must be sown to bring forth grain,
For nothing is born without suffering and pain,
And God never plows in the soul of man
Without intention and purpose and plan …
So whenever you feel the plow’s sharp blade
Let not your heart be sorely afraid,
For like the farmer, God chooses a field
From which He expects an excellent yield …
So rejoice though your heart be broken in two—
God seeks to bring forth a rich harvest in you.
Just close your eyes and open your heart
And feel your cares and worries depart.
Just yield yourself to the Father above
And let Him hold you secure in His love …
For life on earth grows more involved
With endless problems that can’t be solved,
But God only asks us to do our best,
Then He will take over and finish the rest …
So when you are tired, discouraged, and blue,
There’s always one door that is opened to you
And that is the door to the house of prayer,
And you’ll find God waiting to meet you there …
And the house of prayer is no farther away
Than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray.
For the heart is a temple when God is there
As we place ourselves in His loving care …
And He hears every prayer and answers each one
When we pray in His name, “Thy will be done.”
And the burdens that seemed too heavy to bear